“Wait, Beau,” she gasps. “Stop.”
With one last nibble of her bottom lip, I pull away breathlessly, and we freeze there for a moment, both of us gasping for air. I wait for her to speak again because I frankly have no clue what to say. I thought I came here to apologize, but I’d rather slip back into her panties, if we’re being honest.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she says, and I’m already leaning back in again as I reply.
“Then punish me for it.”
I notice a shudder in her breath as those words travel to her ears. Just as my lips are about to find hers again, she shoves me back. “No, Beau, I’m serious. We can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“Because your father is my friend and business partner. And I’ve known you since you were a kid.” She shivers, a pained expression crossing her face.
“I’m not a kid anymore, though.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she replies. “It’s just…not right.”
I can’t keep the smile off my face as I step closer, resting an arm against the wall above her head. “Something about it being against the rules makes me want to do it that much more.”
I lower my mouth closer to hers. Before our lips touch, she slips out of my hold and spins me until it’smyback against the wall. With her hand pressing firmly on my chest, she stares up at me.
“That’s because you’re a brat, Beau.” She closes in, her breath landing against my lips.
“I can live with that,” I reply, just before taking her mouth in another harsh kiss. Our lips tangle as she hums again, latching her hand around the back of my neck. My cock throbs behind my jeans, and I grab her hips, grinding her against me, wanting her to feel what she’s doing to me.
“God, this is so bad,” she whimpers. And I get a thrill just from the way she tries to fight this decision.
“Can I touch you again?” I whisper against her neck. “I can’t stop thinking about your perfect little cunt.”
“Yes,” she replies without hesitation.
I quickly lift her pencil skirt and find the apex of her thighs with my fingers, running them along the soaked fabric of her panties. She hums in response, the sound of her pleasure sending a wave of pride through me.
Maybe it’s because she’s so vocal or because she gives off this authoritative energy, but I’m suddenly so turned on by the idea of pleasing her. I’m dying to make her come again. To my disappointment, she stops me before I have the chance.
“No, no, no,” she stammers, shoving away from me again. In a rush, she walks farther into her house, pacing again in that erratic and panicked way she was last night. “I should say no to this. I should be the mature adult here and just say no. Oh God, how can I look Emerson in the eyes after this?”
Slowly, I follow behind her, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I’ve never felt so desperate for someone in my life. And I could argue with her, tell her exactly why she should do this, but I’ve never been all that great with words.
So I use actions instead.
With her back to me, still in a state of panic and her chest heaving from the intensity of our kiss, I keep my eyes on her as I slowly lower to my knees.
“Maggie.”
When she finally turns around to face me, she lets out the tiniest gasp. Her gaze sweeps over my body appreciatively. She clearly likes to see me this way, even if she tries to hide it. “What are you doing?”
“If you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t. If you do want me to touch you, I will.”
Her lips are parted as she stares at me, and I can practically see the ideas brewing behind those eyes.
“You told me I couldn’t be submissive, remember? That I was too stubborn. Well, here you go. I’m being submissive.”
“To get laid,” she replies, making it sound like an accusation.
“I just told you. You’re in charge. If you don’t want to have sex, then we won’t have sex. But…we both found something on that app that made us curious enough to get into this mess. It’d be a waste to let that go now.”
“Beau…” she says with gentleness. There’s something about the way she says my name that sends a wave of pleasure down my spine. Even when she does it with impatience or as a warning. “But you hate kink. You didn’t talk to your father for six months because he owned a sex club, and now you want me to be your Domme. This is all built on trust, and I don’t know if I can trust you.”